Summary

When Amelia Pond was a child, she met the Raggedy Doctor unware that her childhood friend and neighbour Sherlock Holmes witnessed the whole thing.

Years later Amy and Sherlock have parted ways; Sherlock is a detective in London rapidly gaining publicity, Amelia is in Leadworth dating Rory Williams- both having given up the hope of seeing the Doctor again.

When Mycroft sends Sherlock and John to America to deal with some of the FBI’s Most Wanted however and the Doctor makes an unexpected late return, three worlds are thrown together in a whirlwind adventure.

Summary

[TRIGGER WARNING: Contains self harm, suicidal thoughts and acts, descriptive scenes of gore, cuts, and scars. Please do not read if you will be triggered by these scenes]____________________

"Goodbye, John.""No," he cries. "Don't."I nod a little, then throw the phone on the roof behind me.John takes the phone away from his ear and screams, "Sherlock!"I spread my arms out and fall forward off the building, hoping that something will catch me-trusting that this will all go according to plan.The last thing I see is John's face filling with fear as he says my name again, and then it's over.For now.For him.It's the end of Sherlock Holmes, the world's famous (and only) consulting detective genius.

[all characters belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and BBC, I do not own these characters, I'm just borrowing them]

Summary

What circumstances would lead Dr. Palmer and Everett K. Ross to say the title phrase to Tony Stark and Dr. Strange respectively? What are their reactions? Now with the second chapter when both Tony and Stephen hear the phrase together.

Summary

Sherlock is intrigued when he discovers John's peculiar interests. To escape his boredom he offers himself up to John, unaware of what he gets himself into. Reluctantly, John consents to train Sherlock and show him the pleasures of being a true submissive. What it says on the lid - very dirty porn.

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Sherlock had it coming. How dare the man prioritize his fucking emotionless mask over Mrs. Hudson’s dying comfort? Yes, Sherlock was asking for it, and if that was the reason John had stormed out on him he might (almost) run off with a clear conscience. If he hadn’t used that word, at least. But that wasn’t the reason John had said it, and he knows it clear as anything. He hadn’t shouted at Sherlock because Sherlock is a dick, or even because John fears he doesn’t care about anything. Sure, those were the aggravating circumstances, but the core of it, plain and simple, is that John is terrified Sherlock doesn’t care about him.

Well, fuck me if I’m going to leave the man I love to suffer alone because of my fucking insecurities. You’ve got exactly three minutes to fix this, John Watson, and then straight to Mrs. Hudson, no matter what.